Poetry about rain 1 rain or rain, some people yearn for someone to curse.
Words fall from the clouds with thoughts and pour down the river.
In the distance, the invisible torrent, with lightning speed, occupied the earth.
You see Wang Yang, you see the boat crossing, and you see countless eddies and turbidity.
Crying? Shout? All this is silent.
Rain is still rain, sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp.
Surging from the blood, stubborn from the bones, is nothing more than an everlasting love.
Self-help or being saved, so hastily put on the agenda.
You listen to the rain, you listen to the paddle, you listen to the intangible story, tangible and intangible.
It thunders just because of lightning. One rain, another rain, who is right and who is wrong?
Rain, or rain, no thoughts, no heart.
From scratch, people are born. From weak to strong.
Just a moment of positive and negative collision will lead to many plots.
Secrets, darkness, such boundless release.
Is it raining or not? Ask me, ask you. ...
Ask Qian Qian's absolute conscience, ask generation after generation of pen and paper.
Poetry 2 on Rain (1)
Rain began to spread at the fingertips.
Or, some memories stretch in the eyes.
Some of them are taken out of context and live poetically.
With a drop of rain
Transparent thoughts will overflow the other side of life.
You are my core.
(2)
June, melting in the rain.
There is blue rain and fog all around.
Ye slept, Hua slept, and the wind stopped breathing.
Why can't I sleep?
Reach out and try to catch a string of sentences like water.
Rain explodes in the air like a spin.
Wake up all my dreams.
(3)
A touch of purplish rose
When did spring pass?
We're all waiting, and we haven't had time to explain.
I hurried to drown in the rain.
You don't need an umbrella, your heart will always be dry.
Who can drink all the sadness in this rain except you?
Do I have to wait?
(4)
Raindrops, a little, cool.
The melancholy about a long story.
I can't see the blue melancholy in the rain.
Thousands of years later, when you came,
Will you remember the old days in the rain?
I'm here, always here.
Waiting for the echo of the soul
Poem 3 on Rain It rained in my hometown, and it fell all night in autumn.
Thousands of miles away, the north wind blows the guest clothes.
Jiangchuan listens to the rain flute at night and leans on yat sen villa.
Pingsha was silent and sad.
Hometown dike, weeping willows farewell.
Qian Shan month, a sad blue.
Nagato missed another chance, and his voice was clear and sad.
Zhu Yan is stained with dust and dreams.
Twenty-three strings are urgent, and falling flowers are independent.
Only this song can solve the heart.
When the moon falls, the sheep frost flies away.
Go back to your hometown, three thousand miles away from home.
Boundless, but ask how much sorrow.
The dream is endless, and Zhong Lu walks with you.
The wind is raining and the smoke is blurred.
Who plays the flute in his hometown?
I lost my snuff and lost weight all night.
It is difficult to see the shadow of drunkenness.
Xiang Jun xiaoxiang Xi I Qin Xiang.
Laugh at 3,000 seats without complaining about parting.
The years are blue and the sky is blue.
A bosom friend is rare, but no one listens to the broken string.
The sunset is lonely and endless.
Only this song can relieve the feeling of heartbreak.
The frontier fortress rises from one corner to another and people are not noticed.
Qiang tube is difficult to continue, and leaves are everywhere.
Strange to the rain, drunk.
It's better not to meet each other.
All the people dispersed after the strike.
It's all scattered.
I want to pin my homesickness on this.
Poem 4 on Rain Ancient pavilions, restaurants facing the street and vendors' cries were in a trance in the rain. I leaned against the fence and looked at the intermittent scenery on the eaves.
Qingming afternoon, slightly smoky scene, dense water vapor, quiet corner, so I listened quietly, listening to the leisurely flowers on the road for a long time.
Enchanting pine trees, swaying sparse trees and smart clouds disturb half the sky, so I chew my dreams and spy on the hurried steps of passers-by.
The moss on the stairs, the quiet path, the laughter of the children, and the fragrance of spring, so I smiled warmly and gave up my troubles to see the sentient beings under the shutters.
Humid air, dry mood, fingers twisting the grass across the breeze, so I glanced at it and listened to the faint piano sound next door.
The red paint carved on the beams, the decaying residual red and the free and easy arc lit up yesterday's vanity, so I didn't ask the past, covering up the insects playing in the distance at the beginning of the cold.
The dusty first dream, the forgotten totem and the spreading time are all entangled in this life, so I walked slowly, offering sacrifices to all beings and taking over the upcoming emptiness.
The exquisite age, graceful artistic conception and thoughtful environment render my feelings sentimental, so I calm down briefly and taste the hazy storage of Jiangnan elegance.
Poetry about Rain 5 Love for Rain (1)
Why are you here?
I can only hide?
Why are you here?
I can only cry?
I am eager to see you.
Although your beauty burns my eyes.
Although your enthusiasm evaporated my body
But I love you.
This made me forget my mother's warning.
Forget that we are different ways.
So I forgot the world.
So I ignored the objection.
Just to see you.
Just to get on the road
I can take a good look at you.
Others say my love is childish.
But I know
It will only turn into steam.
In order to get closer to you
Poem 6 on Rain In this summer night when fireflies are flashing, let your own hands cut off this sadness, and you are quietly bound by a concern.
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Wave gently and break off the parting.
And you, with a smile, have a leisurely hair.
That cup is light, that plate is too heavy and boring!
Wine makes you sad, but your words make you feel ashamed.
Husband's life, popularization.
Why? Appreciate each other and be affectionate.
Although I have been separated several times, I still have no regrets and deep feelings.
//
When I first came back, it was chilly in spring, foggy and rainy.
Inadvertently, what is left is mutual nostalgia, and life seems doomed.
The twists and turns of life seem to test each other's loyalty.
Parting, I am so firm.
It's heartbreaking to see the sadness of your pear flower with rain and the firmness of waving your sleeves.
The same misty rain, set sail with your attachment.
//
The years of tossing and turning have made acacia pile up into mountains.
Look at my faltering footsteps, look at my tired face, and your tears turn into smiles.
Welcome a passerby who wants to leave again?
I'm ragged and haggard, and I'm in tears when I face your calmness.
When spring calls for the footsteps of wanderers again, it really appears in front of you again.
Dream? No, really, I appeared in front of you, in your gentle arms.
I said, no longer travel, I said, no longer leave, let the east wind smooth all the sadness.
However, in the face of today's departure, I feel sorry for breaking my word again!
//
Fireflies are everywhere and frogs are buzzing.
Gardenia blossoms, close courtyard.
Your hand is slightly twisted and the melody is deep.
Only heard the frog drum stop, fireflies focus;
I only heard the breeze stop and covered my face with my eyebrows.
The fragrant tea is shallow, and the paper umbrella in the rain lane is gone;
Iron Ma Jinge, Tianya Zhanjian.
//
Tomorrow, I will go directly to Yun Fan.
Misty rain is blurred in my heart.
Pick up the flute, deafening range, long whistle.
Yu Di, deep and distant, with deep feelings.
With you, there is no need to get drunk. Yang Liuan, I don't know where I woke up from the faint breeze.
I am deeply concerned about your company and dancing lightly, full of lofty sentiments.
Just wave your hand gently and cut this heavy parting.
Let fireflies fly and frogs drum up.
//
Indulge in your arms and have no worries tonight!
The eyebrow and the moon are curved, and Qin Lou hangs obliquely.
Tomorrow is the future!